Luyện nghe bài hát Now He's Just Dust in the Wind

Out in the state of west
Old cowboys, all gathered 'round.
A family of friends from all
To his ashes around

In the his boots were tied backwards
led his horse up the trail.
You had to be there, he was in the air
I'll the rest of my days.

Way out in desert terrain
They his ashes on the plains.
On a plateau,we had to let go
Of a man we were all to know.

Franky played fiddle
He had a great in his eye.
A friend, he had but he picked his own home,
A god place to rest he died.

Now he's just dist in the
been every place that I've been.
In spite of he always stood tall.
He'd a it all over again.

He was not a man of great
of a mixture in race
French and Indian, Irish and
He was by all in disgrace.

As a playwright his friend addressed the of men.
He won a great of his day.
But his true friends were the cowboys,
You heard nothing from but their praise

The song that was sung was one of
Goodbye to the we'd known well.
A great man had died in Texas
Gone to heaven from a lived in hell.

The cowboys' to his spirit
So moved me Icould not a word.
Dust in the is what he became,
I'll never forget I heard.

Now he's just in the wind
He'd been every place I've been
In spite of injustice he always tall
He'd a done it all again.